He dropped her hands suddenly, and moved back a step.
'Good-bye--Bridget.' 'Is that all you have to say?
All ?' He stuttered, helplessly.

'I--I--can't....

There's nothing to say.' 'Nothing! You let me go--like this--without one word of apology--of regret.

I think that, at least, you owe me--courtesy.' Her tone lashed him.

He seemed to be struggling with his tongue-tied speech.